I turn inside of myself - look back into my past -

into nothing - the best time in life - barely present

I wish I could go back - tell that little nice boy

to be stronger - to be brave 

but I can't - he had his chance

I burn - scream - I despair on (3)

these thoughts of the past 

I realize that I had barely lived

but just existed - it's too late now

and my thoughts feed on this grief - the grief

creates tears that burn my skin

unable to ease the pain - I float in hoplessness

for the time is gone and the boy is a man now

the end - a beginning for everything flows and

we live to change - live to learn

the future's still open and to be lived like

the past has been wasted

with hope in my heart I look forward